Our Sno-Cone Saviors

Monday night Matt was speaking at a singles' event at our church. I cooked dinner for our whole family (yay for me...I've actually been cooking dinner!) and then we parted ways - Matt to church while the kids and I ventured to Bahama Buck's. My new favorite addiction. We roll into the parking lot and see our friends Angie and Philip enjoying their frosty cones on the patio. We waved hello and felt blessed to have caught a glimpse of them that evening. Little did I know, they would be our sno-cone saviors.

I order, I pull up to the window and I wait. The pleasant young man at the window hands us our sno-cones - one baby white coconut, one baby cherry, banana, pina colada, and one baby cotton candy (I'll let you guess who had what). I start to pull away.

Something is not right.

Something is definitely not right.

I steer our vehicle to the side of the parking lot. I step out and survey the damage. Yep, a flat tire.

I can count on NO hands how many times I've changed a flat. I've always had dad or Matt with me.

Suddenly, a heroic anthem strikes up behind me. The music grows louder and louder as I sense it approaching me. I turn around and soak up the vision of my heroes arriving. Thank you, Lord!

Angie and Philip then proceed to change my tire for me amidst sweat and melting sno-cones. I don't think I did anything to help other than acting as their grateful cheerleader. Angie even took Audrey to the restroom while I kept watch on Reid as he kept watch on Philip changing the tire!

In honor of their valor, I have written them an ode:

Ode to the Sno-Cone Saviors

Whilst venturing out
To enjoy
A treat
So sweet and cool
With the humble
Portion of
My kindred,
A villain
So sharp
And uncaring
Impaled
Its cold
Steel
Self
Into
The pliable flesh
Of the soles
Of our vehicle.

Injured
And disabled
We could not
Go on.
We lamented
Our fate
And bellowed
Our distress.
Who would save
Us?
What gentle soul
Would heed
Our cry
For help?

Amidst
Our pondering
Unawares
To ourselves,
Two heroes
Of such
Noble stature
Valiantly
Flew to our side,
Working feverishly
And with
Little care
For themselves
Or the quiet evening
They previously
Enjoyed.

Because of
Their kindness,
Their timeliness,
Their skill,
We were
Safely off
To our abode
And free
To proclaim
The greatness
Of their
Incomparable
Mercy.

To whom
Can we
Compare them to?
A super hero?
I think not.
For never
There was
A super hero
With such
Grace
Such speed,
Such
Divinely appointed presence.
They are
Our saviors,
Our
Deliverers from distress.
Simply,
They are
Our
Sno
Cone
Saviors.